The Tender Years (1997)
The Tender Years
“Virginia stood in the doorway and watched as her mother looked up from the book in her hands.
“Virginia. I thought you were sleeping.”
“I … I couldn’t get to sleep.”
Her mother laid aside the book and patted the divan beside her. “Something wrong?”
For one moment the young girl held back. She knew from her mother’s tone and small gesture that she was being invited to open her heart. At the same time, she also knew that Jenny would scoff at the idea. Mothers were not to be trusted.
But her years of being raised in a loving home soon helped her overcome her hesitation. She crossed the short distance to the divan and perched herself on the edge of the seat.
“Where’s Papa?” she asked for something to say.
Her mother reached out a hand and smoothed back the hair tangled from Virginia’s tossing and turning. “He’s in his study. He has some work to do before tomorrow’s trial.”
“Whose trial?”
Virginia had always been familiar with her father’s occupation.
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